by Cray Z
Twenty year-old Lucas McCormick was six feet tall, had unusual spring green eyes, mink-brown hair and freckles like a kid. In other words, he was a cute guy. Not smoking hot, but undeniably cute. Still, his cuteness wasn’t the most interesting thing about him. It was his willingness to play along with my fantasies that made him so unique. I mean, by the time we became an item I had gotten into the whole “somnophilia” scene… or “sleepy sex” if you’d prefer. In fact, it was My Friend’s Feet that really got me into the scene, believe it or not. I mean, I hadn’t realized how many of “us” (sleepy sex-foot-fetishists) were out there until I delved into the MFF site.
Anyway, after discovering that there were a good number of people who liked things that went beyond the “standard” sleepy sex thing, I was emboldened. The standard sleep stuff was okay… you know - your partner/friend/stranger is asleep and you creep into the room and do your business without him waking up. It was cool, but I need a little more. I was a raging foot fetishist and I liked situations with a little more spice to keep things interesting. Even when it came to roleplay.
Lucas was all for it.
He’d stumble into the room at my then apartment pretending to have been drugged. He’d stumble around dizzily and acted all confused and so on. Then he’d crumple to the ground with a drowsy, exaggerated “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….!” and would pretend to pass out and go completely limp. That kid was so good at it! He really should have considered acting. He hit the floor so limp, and seemed to pass out so convincingly that anyone not in on the fact that we were roleplaying would have sworn that someone really had drugged him.
I, playing the villain, made my way over to his prostrate form. I rolled his limp body over, and he turned face-up and still remained completely boneless and lifeless-looking. I crouched over him and smoothed back his hair from his slack, sleeping face. As I’ve said, he was very cute.
Then I moved down towards his size 11 feet.
He was wearing Nikes and black socks. I removed one sneak and instantly became rock hard as the fragrance of warm, socked, slightly-sweaty feet wafted into my nostrils. I massaged that foot for a little while… taking the time to look back at Lucas’ unconscious face. He was good, because he hadn’t moved even one little bit all the while I massaged his foot and fondled his socked toes. I removed the other sneak and repeated the process.
He remained completely motionless even when I slid off his slightly sweaty socks. By then I was so ravenous I immediately brought the twenty-year-old’s beautiful toes to my mouth and covered them with worshipful kisses before suckling upon them like some sort of grunting animal. Toe by toe I sucked like crazy… and in between that I wedged my tongue between each digit and licked away everything it found there—sock fuzz, sweat and malodorous human foot fragrance. All the while, the kid just lay there … pretending to be out cold … eyes closed, limp and unmoving.
This sort of scene probably isn’t as exciting to most, but as I licked the smooth soles of the pretending-to-be-unconscious boy’s feet… as I sucked his beautiful fragrant toes… my dick was dripping milky ropes of jizz as if there was a can leak at a creamery!
